Alicia was so close to her second orgasm when Daniel burst through the bathroom door in a mad fit of rage. Nathaniel pulled away from her, his penis and white fluid oozing from its tip exposed for his best friend to see.

Something about sex in the bathroom must be thrilling to some humans. There were a few better options in the mansion (a couple of guest rooms, a jacuzzi, or any of the big walk-in closets housing lavish fashion collections) but the appeal of the toilet and the big mirror might've been too powerful to ignore.

Daniel and Nathaniel, brothers from different mothers, friends since they were toddlers, and neighbors since forever. They played ball even under the rain because they were stubborn little boys. They teased each other about whose prom date was ugly because they were cocky little boys.

Henry woke up inside a ring of peach trees with fruits ready for plucking or surrendering to gravity. Shrubs of pink and orange flowers lay at the feet of the trees. Mockingjays and bluebirds chirped a welcome song. Birds of paradise flew in a circle above him.

For 30 days and 29 nights, Henry and Filipa made love on the sea. An uninvited storm interrupted what could've been their 30th night of love-making. Despite the warning by the radio of the approaching storm that morning, Henry sailed on, believing he shouldn't turn his back on his new life that soon.

Nothing killed Henry's soul more than being trapped on earth. He was tired of the jungle, both the city and the literal one. He also was tired of the fake adventure and outdoor photos on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook. Videos on YouTube couldn't satisfy his salty yearning any longer. He knew he could do better.

The mention of the word 'gang bang' eliminated all the alcohol in Roberto's bloodstream. He followed the two strangers into a maze of dark alleyways that ended inside a smoky room of an old apartment. A naked woman, writhing, occupied the only bed, illuminated by lava lamps from each corner. Five more men were already inside, still clothed. Roberto walked towards the bed, eager to end his night with a bang.

Unattractive? Roberto wondered if he was that. Not a single woman returned his seductive gaze. He left the bar feeling worse than he did before going there. He slouched his way on the dark streets of Cinnabar, more because of rejection and less because of alcohol, until a stranger called out to him.

Attractive things. Those were bar counters, drinks, and women. That's why after hours of stressful slavery in his office cubicle, Roberto couldn't refuse the allure of smoky rooms, finger food, and Top 40 hits.